Murder Most Fowl

I had the strangest experience on my way to work yesterday.

I killed a Duck.

Not on purpose, mind you. Total accident.

Actually I think it was murdered...Or executed, or something. Let me explain.

I was driving east on 17 mile in Sterling Heights. There were very few other cars out at that moment. There was a large flock on ducks standing on the side of the road ahead of me. As I approached I saw one lone Duck standing by the edge of the road, a little apart from the rest of the flock. He was facing the road with his back to the flock.

Suddenly I saw several ducks from the flock rush forward towards the duck at the side of the road. As they surged forward, the duck as the side of the road leaped backwards right in front of my car. I as actually surprised at how small the impact I felt was. I saw a small puff of feathers as he disappeared underneath the hood of my car. I looked in my rearview and saw a decidedly unduck-like mass on the ground by the gutter.

I have no idea what interpersonal Duck drama was going on at that moment between the ducks, but I have to wonder if those Ducks purposely waited for a car to come along before rushing the victim? I doubt it, but it still felt creepy when it happened.

Well, then I laughed because I thought of the title above.

STRAIGHT FROM THE HORSES MOUTH

From the mouth of an award winning young Iraqi Blogger in Baghdad.

http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/

"I've been listening to reactions (Regarding Zarqwai)- mostly from pro-war politicians and the naïveté they reveal is astounding. Maliki (the current Iraqi PM) was almost giddy as he made the news public (he had even gone the extra mile and shaved!). Do they really believe it will end the resistance against occupation? As long as foreign troops are in Iraq, resistance or 'insurgency' will continue- why is that SO difficult to understand? How is that concept a foreign one?"

The Parable of the Fly Swatter

The President was standing on a street corner, holding a fly swatter and waving his arms in the air.

'Swish, swish' went the fly swatter he was waving wildly in the air.

A passerby asked, "Mr. President, what are you doing with that fly swatter?"

The President smiled, looked him straight in the eye, and said, "I'm keepng the terrorists with WMDs from attacking us." Swish, swish, swish went the fly swatter.

"But Mr. President," said the passerby, "I don't see any terrorists with WMDs."

"See," said the President, "how effective me and my fly swatter are!"